There's a local fashion show in Toronto that does some fabulous and fun things on Fridays. This friday I had the pleasure of attending with a friend.
Part of the show is a makeover. As the producers went through the rows of women who had their hands up, they noticed yours truly bouncing in her seat. When asked what my opinion of makeovers are, I said, "Well its just hair, it grows back right?"
So they chopped my hair off.
I am now confronted with an odd conundrum. I truly do believe hair is just hair. But when it was all on the floor, I began to realise why those models on American's top model cry and beat their chests when Tyra mercilessly lops off their hair. Beauty is often associated with long hair. A woman's vanity is in her hair. It's why we prod, tease, blow dry, curl and straighten it to no end.
So here I am without my lovely hair, forced to re-examine what defines my essence, my beauty and self confidence. Trying to remember that indeed it is just hair, and it does grows back.